These were some of the samplings I attempted to bleach but it didn't work as I had hoped. During my assessment I was told that these samples lacked sincerity, even though the tutors failed miserably to understand that the things I had sewn or what I was thinking no longer held any sentimentality to me anymore. And the floral print of the fabric was a reminder of death or decaying. It was about finding a means to materialise what I was thinking.
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